Hello all you Boils and Ghouls!

Um... Listen - I've got bad news... I was held up due to a freak illness that landed me in the hospital... I could barely concentrate enough to write this AN let alone the chapter at the time I had started... So... Expect less updates until I can overcome this. That being said, things are starting to develop into something big. What's going to happen, you ask? Well I won't spoil anything so bad luck, ol' chaps. Now let's get through these reviews real quick...

DragonXZero, I think you just answered your own question... But he will be getting something... Just not in THIS story.

And before anyone asks, yes I have a sequel planned out.

Raidentensho, that's an acute observation you made; but we shall see.

Xivitai, why is Ironwood General Failure? It's not his fault that Cinder got through Beacon's defenses and infected the CCT - blame that one on Ozpin.

DarkGamerider, if what you are referring to is the armor itself then all I can say is I overdid it on the use during the very start of the story and am trying to keep it spaced out so that it's not needed/used in EVERY chapter. Hopefully, I can get the spacing down so that it's more every other chapter that he transforms in. If you are referring to the original Para-DX, Parad, then I have to apologize as the title of the story is "The Paradox of Remnant," not "The Para-DX of Remnant." Also, there's the matter of me trying to keep within 4-5k words per chapter and I WAY overdid that at the start.

And with that out of the way, it's time for the Disclaimer!

I own nothing but the mentioned OCs as well as the Kuroto wannabe. RWBY and Kamen Rider are properties of their respective owners.

)-Legend-(

"Yo!" - Speaking

'Is he an idiot?' - Thinking

"Dearest love," - Reading

"Kaishin no Ippatsu!" - Specials

)-Beacon Academy, Dichro's 'Dorm'-(

)-The Next Day-(

)-First Person PoV-(

'So warm... So cozy... So soft...' I repeated to myself as I tried to wake myself up from the heavenly cloud known as my bed. Hey, cut me some slack - I've been sleeping on either the ground or the cold hallway floor and wall the past week! Eventually, though, that feeling of comfort soon gave way to grogginess as I eventually rolled on my side and propped myself up on my left arm, using my right to wipe my eyes clean; and then that grogginess was replaced with confusion and... worry?

'Oh crapbaskets!' I cursed myself, 'I forgot to let Yang and the others know I'm okay!' I bolted up from the bed and practically ran to the door, only to stop as I felt something... Familiar... on the other side. I thought of only 2 things that could bring this kind of deja vu - Either Zwei came early and was sent to the wrong room...Or Yang was on the other side waiting for me and was cross at me... Slowly, I opened the door and immediately felt a shift in weight. As I continued to gently pull the door open, I saw golden locks of hair flay out onto the floor. Right there, at my door, was a sleeping Yang Xiao Long! 'What in the world?' I asked myself before kneeling down beside her and gently rested a hand on her shoulder. Thankfully, she didn't wake up from this, so I picked her up bridal style - and I don't recommend short people doing this with tall people, ladies and gentlemen; just because you can doesn't mean it's not awkward as all hell trying to hold them - and set her on one of the clean beds. I looked over her pajama wearing form and smiled sadly as I wrapped her in the covers as best as I could, trying to be as quiet as I can in the process...

Unfortunately, that didn't last long as my Scroll started to beep.

I didn't even bother seeing who was calling as I fumbled around trying to find it and pulled it open to answer it with a quick and quiet, "Hello, this is Spectrum..."

My answer was hearing Ruby's voice panicking as she tries to explain what's going on in a single breath, but I told her to stop for a second, take a deep breath, and calmly tell me what happened. "Dichro, Yang went missing last night!" she started, "I don't know where she went but when I looked in her bed to wake her up, she wasn't there! And where were you last night?! We were expecting you back at our dorm!"

I couldn't help but chuckle at this and said, "Ruby, it's alright. Yang's here with me. She must have found my new dorm last night and slept outside the door..."

"That doesn't help!" the red reaper cried out, but I still kept my cool, despite how friggen cute she was when she was flustered, and said "It's the same door as your own Dorm, 3 floors up." With a quick nod, she cut the call as I closed my scroll up and looked back at my visitor who was still asleep even after all of that racket. "Just what drove you to come here?" I silently asked her before sighing and entering the bathroom to take care of my business.

A few minutes in, and I hear a knock at the door.

I quickly left the bathroom, toothpaste still on the corners of my lips, and open it to see Ruby in a black tank top with a heart-shaped Beowolf design on the chest and white long pants with pink roses as decoration standing there with a concerned expression. "Just try to be calm, but she's in the bed over there..." I said as I pointed to Yang, still sound asleep, before saying, "I'm not even sure how she found me, to be honest... I came straight here from Vale due to um... Certain events..."

"That's why I was worried about Yang," Ruby said as she walked over to her halfa sister, "She said she was feeling something odd going on with the bond - that something was happening to you..." Oh dear...

"She could feel your panic and your guilt..." she continued, "She thought that you had killed someone from what she could tell."

"I may as well have..." was the reply I gave. Before I could clarify, my scroll went off again. I pulled it out and opened it back up to see a message from Professor Goodwitch reading, "Mr. Spectrum, your presence is needed in the headmaster's office at your earliest convenience." 'Sounds like Ozpin heard about my exploits yesterday,' I thought to myself as I took a tissue and wiped the corners of my mouth off before turning to Ruby and saying, "Sorry, Rubes, but it looks like I'm needed at the headmaster's office. Can you keep an eye on Yang while I'm away?" At her nod, I merely walked out of the room and closed the door after putting my Scroll back up.

Just as I got outside the tower to his office, I noticed someone that I knew wasn't supposed to be here walking up to the doors to Beacon Tower. As I noticed the piece of metal above his right eyebrow and fancy white suit, I recognized him immediately as General James Ironwood. 'What could he be doing here so early?' I wondered, 'The Vytal Festival isn't even going to happen until next semester - common sense dictates that's a whole month away so what gives?' I had to find an answer to THIS puzzle no matter what, so I took the initiative and approached the man as someone who's never heard of him would.

"Excuse me, sir, you lost?" I called out to him. His expression grew a bit... funny... and not 'Ha ha!' funny, either - I'm talking giving me a cross between the curious monkey gaze and the badger stink-eye kinda funny, which in itself kinda sounds humorous but it sure as hell didn't LOOK it... before he smiled at me and replied, "Not at all, young man, but I do appreciate the concern. I'm actually here to see Professor Ozpin."

As we entered the tower and walked to the elevator, I had plenty of room to play dumb this time - why would he even see Ozpin this early anyway? - when I asked, "Whatcha here for, then? Must be something important to have called you here; no offense, but you don't exactly look like a local." He chuckled a bit before mentioning that it was on a Headmaster to Headmaster basis - typical. "Well, I was just recently called to the headmaster's office, myself, " I began to explain, "Maybe I'm finally going to get told I don't belong here and am getting expelled?"

As we entered the elevator, he gave me an almost saddened look before asking almost haphazardly, "After little less than a week since the year started?" I shrugged at this, but before I could reply he pressed the button for the headmaster's office and spoke up once again, "Ozpin saw something in you - that's the only reason he let you in here. What that something is, I can't tell for myself, but I have my suspicion. If you put yourself down like that, you'll never see it for yourself."

'Good advice - wrong person needing it...' I thought to myself bitterly as I nodded at his words all the same and thanked him. "By the way..." Oh no, here it comes. "What's your name, young man?" Yup, there it is. "I'm James Ironwood, General of the Atlesean Army and headmaster of Atlas Academy."

"I'm Dichro Spectrum, sir," I answered as politely as I could, "I'm from outside the four kingdoms."

Before I could register his response, the elevator door opened up to reveal the familiar cog-work office of Beacon's headmaster. I motioned for him to go first before entering myself as Ozpin greeted us, "Welcome back, old friend... And I see you've already met the young man responsible for your appearance." That caught me by surprise because the only thing I could think of doing for requiring General Ironwood's attention was...

'Ah crapbaskets, Neo spilled the beans!' was the only other thought on my mind besides a potential arrest warrant. Going into panic mode, I turned to the general and dug into my vest for the GGD, but oddly enough both him AND the ol' Dumbledore of Remnant stopped me at the same time with James giving his reason first.

"I'm not here to arrest or punish you, if that's what you're worried about," he started off explaining with a hand raised in a halting motion, "I am here for a few things. One of which is to tell you congratulations are in order." He lowered his hand, palm up, as he continued to speak, "What you did was a bit... below civilized... but know that it is what every hunter strives to be at their best; you recognized a threat and reacted accordingly. Normally, a hunters' efforts in such a thing do not result in what you accomplished. You have single-handedly delivered a hotline connection to Roman Torchwick - a known crime boss and inter-kingdom-wanted thief -"

"Not to cut you short, but that's the second time you've cut that crap," I interrupted him curtly as I stood back up. My response caught him completely by surprise as he stood there wide-eyed in shock as I continued, "Just because I'm not a legal adult, that doesn't mean I don't know my fair share of how you military types work... You work your way through your victims' shells through kind words and praise, then burrow your way around their bodies with generous offers and rewards, and when you've finally reached their cores -"

"That's more than enough, Dichro," Ozpin said as he walked over to me and laid a hand on my shoulder, "You should at least know that James' concerns stem from seeing so many young and potential lives being lost to the cause of survival."

"It's all crocodile tears to me..." I interrupted him abruptly, causing James to glare at me irately, "The bastard couldn't care less if he has to send out a baby to protect 'Mother Atlas' and blame it on the greater good."

"Silence!" I heard the general hiss harshly, "You've no idea what I've had to sacrifice - how many lives I had to watch become perished when I could have done something -"

"It doesn't matter what you or anyone else had to do OR sacrifice," I retorted, "As long as the people are safe; as long as the big money makers are continuing to make their big bucks, people like you and the hunters of Atlas are easily forgotten!" This gave the result I had hoped; a stunned James Ironwood... 'Your iron will is legend...' I thought in triumph, 'I will enjoy breaking you.'

"Face it, Ironwood," I continued, "People like the Schnee head and the council WILL NOT care what has to be done in order to maintain their status quo, and they WILL throw people like you under the bus the VERY FIRST chance they get - I mean look at your arm and leg for crying out loud and see what they've already made you do without realizing it!" He grasped his right arm in slight shock but before he could ask, "I know the left side of your entire body is prosthetic, Ironwood, but, before I go off track, let me ask you why you did what you did to earn that damage."

"That's enough," Ozpin said somewhat softly. James nodded and said, "It is enough, Ozpin... I can understand why you wanted to keep him a secret."

The headmaster of Beacon shook his head before correcting him, "No, James, that's not why... He knows about Para-DX and your existence." At first, I was shocked and thought that he had told the general, but he held up his hand and said he got the info from Neo. 'I knew I should have made Neo keep it to herself...' I berated myself as he said, "Tell him." I didn't have much of a choice as I told James everything about how I've seen events in the future as well as the fact that I'm from an entirely different reality; about the GGD and what it was capable of; both without and with the Gamer Driver; and about my Semblance and what it can do so far.

What I hadn't known, though, at the time was that we had someone else listening in on our conversation.

)-Meanwhile-(

)-CoRRUpT3d PoV-(

When I heard from that Salem woman about the suited 'hunter' that had destroyed her newest and most powerful creation, I could vastly believe my desparable luck. 'It cannot be true,' I mused, 'Parad CANNOT be here with me - the bastard BETRAYED me!' I decided to hack into the most vulnerable camera that I could find to begin collecting data for the day when I stumble upon the office of the so-called 'headmaster of Beacon Academy'... Pompous fool is what I can see if he willingly and brazenly gives his aces up like that at a heart's beat. But what should I find than the source of my stress... Or should I say 'relief'.

"My o-oh my," I spoke to myself as I listened in, "It would-ould appear th-that my so-called neme-mesis is nothing more than anothe-offworlder like my-myself-f." I stroked my chin as the young pawn brings the Gamer Driver up... "So-so, this world l-la-lacks the virus, then..." I postulated as my mind began to form an ingenious idea; an idea worthy of a god.

"I know... I'll gi-give him a gift... A gift I pla-lan to use myself in m-my own ways..." I chuckle as I mused my idea further before waving a hand in a come hither motion. Metal scraps and pieces of technology slowly glide to my hand as it spins in the air as if stirring an imaginary mixing pot as I said, "He might-t not be abl-able to use this r-r-right now... But I can-c-can use it to furt-further and more di-d-directly gather-data on this world as At-At-Atlas tries its best to ana-nalyze and replicate it." With a snap of my fingers, the metal scraps soon began to take on a familiar form; a rectangular shape that had the letters "GD" on the bottom of the latch... Yet as it was... It lacked the life needed to make it work. "The only qu-question that remains n-now-now is... Where to p-p-put it?" I asked myself as I gathered the virus that was within me and nullifying it to a non-threatening level; a strange sensation filling me as I gathered an orange sphere of pixels into my free hand; before thrusting the virus into the newly constructed device; its once dark and light gray color scheme transitioning to its more common neon lime green and neon bright pink color tones. 'It would have to be someplace conspicuous for it to be noticed but not so desperate as to spawn it on his lap...' I mused before an idea struck me. I quickly scanned the rest of the facility's surveillance network and, lo and behold, there it was; the perfect place to hide the Gamer Driver long enough for one of Dichro's 'friends' to find it - a trash can! Hijacking the CCT, I found a single name on his contact list and looked for hers, only to find an even larger contact list of what I assume to be his 'teammates'. And what luck, that carrot-top girl with the insatiable thirst to demolish things was walking towards the corner the can was on with that raven-haired boy!

With my plan set into motion, I snapped my fingers and watched with a grin as the Gamer Driver disintegrated into pixels only to reappear in its new destination ; ready to be picked up by the nosy little pink-loving girl.

"This is go-going to be per-r-r-rfect." I said as I chuckled darkly to myself.

)-Back at Beacon, Headmaster's Office-(

)-Third Person PoV-(

"That is... quite the tale..." the general spoke slowly as his chin rested in his hand, "But the thought of a device that can make your own more powerful is rather intriguing. I can also understand why you're being so cautious with your forms, but-"

"But nothing," the dichromatic young man interrupted as he swung his arm across from his chest outward, "The Bugster Virus is too dangerous as it is; if it becomes released, then there's no stopping it because I don't have a level one form to separate the Bugster from the Victim."

"Perhaps you should explain why that is?" Ozpin suggested. Dichro merely nodded before saying, "A Level One form is specifically calibrated to separate the Bugster from the Victim in much the same way a scalpel is used to cut away at infected or dead flesh to save the patient. Once that's done, the operation to destroy or cure the virus begins by accessing a level two or higher form; essentially Para-DX is the finishing blow, not the first punch." This news had both men nodding grimly as James deduced, "Then that means it really will be an epidemic if even ONE person got infected." He looked back at Dichro and requested if he could examine the GGD, to which the answer he received was a great, big, resounding "No!"

"Ah um not riskin' someone gettin' killed tryin' to use this thang by mistake!" the Ant Faunus said with a slight Texan drawl. James merely smirked as Dichro blushed in embarrassment and slapped his forehead before clearing his throat and apologizing; he explained, "Sorry, I um... Tend to fall into that kind of accent when I get really mad..."

"Understandable..." the headmaster of Atlas academy stated at first, "Though it's a bit of a shame that I won't be able to see it in action."

"Who said I wouldn't use it?" Dichro rebutted quickly, "Besides..." He held the GGD aloft with a smirk on his face as he looked the general square in the eyes.

"I know the perfect place to use it... In the southeast." Both headmasters looked at each other in slight confusion, as if having a quick and silent conversation, before turning back to the young man. "You do know that there is nothing to the southeast, right?" Ozpin asked cautiously. Dichro merely smirked even wider before saying, "Yes, I know exactly what's there... Mountain Glenn, or Mt. Glenn as I call it; the sight of one of humanities' biggest blunders in history. But at the moment, it is also home to a small, but vital band of White Fang members along with the stolen dust cargo thus far." This got their attention as the Ant Faunus continued to explain, "Right now, they're still in the process of loading everything up, but once they do they plan to take the train and ram it into the blockade that separates Mt. Glenn from the rest of Vale; with several holes in the ceilings of the tunnels to let the Grimm into the city. And before I forget..." With that, he glared at the general harshly before saying, "You need to keep your toys under closer watch... By now, the ol' candlestick, a.k.a. Roman Torchwick, has at least a dozen of your Atlesean Paladins in his drawers and is making his way off with them to said base." This shocked James immensely, though Ozpin figured something along these lines were coming.

"Are you absolutely certain that there is a base of operations in Mountain Glenn?" the general asked in as serious a tone as he could muster. Dichro only nodded as he replied, "Without a shadow of a doubt; it's in the old subway stations under the city. But a more immediate threat is the fact that a Schnee Dust Company freighter is going to come in sometime in the immediate future and it WILL be attacked by none other than the candlestick himself."

This worried the two headmasters considerably as they glanced at each other before James nodded at Ozpin and turned back to the Ant Faunus to ask, "What do you need me to do?" This was, by far and few, the LAST thing Dichro expected either of them to say; let alone the general of Atlas, himself. 'What kinda game is he playin' at?' the dichromatic young man thought before recovering from his stupor and questioning James on why he was doing this. "It's like you said earlier; it doesn't matter what I or the rest of us do... But what YOU do DOES matter. No matter what you do, there's a reason behind it; a method to the madness." The general crossed his arms as he nodded and stated, "There's more; you've shared extremely sensitive information - info that no one outside the White Fang would know about and are willing to co-operate with us on it. For that alone, I'm more than willing to return the favor, but I know that you'll have something to ask for in return."

"We'll deal with it later," Dichro interjected, "but for now, all I need is info on WHEN that freighter will arrive. Once I have that..." He pulled at his jacket and placed the GGD back into the pocket on the inside before turning back to James.

"... You'll have your demonstration."

)-xXx-(

And there you have it, folks; the next chapter in the Paradox of Remnant series! What is that Kuroto wannabe planning?! And what will Dichro have in store for the Schnee Freighter raid?! We'll find out soon enough, but until then...

See ya next game!